Confusion Hath Fuck His Masterpiece

Into the desperate awakening
Rusted shackles, flooded basements
Hide the bodies, hide the bodies
The bodies

Bloated thespians we call sons
Heralds at attention, the jesters begin to speak
Our lords, our kings: We set you free
A whisper in the crowd
Beware a fire is coming
To melt away our chains

Woeful serfdom, sustain anarchy

Collocate! Disperse royal disease
Destroy bloodlines, rip the needle from the vein
Another head for my taxidermy
Despair among kingdoms
Here is our plague, this insurgence

Calloused hands hold sword
Paint their wrists red
A scream from the tower
The King's head presented
Light the flame of glory
Burn bright our torch
Beware a fire is coming
To melt away our chains